The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1887-12-21


Thznk'ee. mis-. kindly said Emma,
Frightening up At once. And she ran
breathiessiy down stairs. TO trumpet fort p
her delight 10 the assembled household
of the kitchen
Golden and glorious the sun Of the
blessed Christmas morning ro-e up from
behind the snow glistening hills From
a thousand church spire- the ciang Of re-
joicing bells greeted il, from million OF
holly cariandsd homes the voices Of lit
tie children hSde If welcome.
The widoz Portage had been aroused
nnRonteily early by the joyful cries Of
three blue no~si little Portsges. aho
were A. we'll pleased with their penny
wooden ioys. home made cakes and one
apple apiece a. # they had fallen heirs 10
. whole ship load u automatic French
nszrgels.
As she unb4rred the door 10 get pail ni
water % -..t tie kettle boiling she started
back
Good land o. Goshenl' = cried Mrs.
Portage. who was rather given 10 ole
fashioned expletives what's this =
It Was big, pine packing box, on The
very threshold Of her door "A huge, mex
plicab!e mammoth of thing, labelled
One Sewing Machine.
From she Factory # Nessrs- D. & P
For Mrs Malinaa Portage.
Christmas 1875
1t amt true feebly cried Widos
Portage. holding on to the door handle
for support I'm dreaming yet A
sewing machine? For me some Of you
ninch me. children, 10 make sure I'm
awake?-
Mrs. +. had not settled this problem 10
her entire satisfaction, when old MARIA
ble came hobbling across the road. wav-
ing something over his head
Look a-here. Mrs Portage" howled
he in the high treble Of old age. It's
Santa Claus, a. SIRE a. yoo live, We're
all children ag'in an the old chap with
the fur cap an the team o reindeers Il
around at his old tricks a fiye-hundrei
dollar bill. scaled up in yeller envelope,
and poIsej under my door, in the dead
o. night an saa piekin itup for waste pa
per IT. the Lords own mercy, a ]
didn't burn il up, 10 ct the kindlin's a
goin afore seed what il was Labeled
John Marrable, esq, to pay of the mort
gage. Christmas, 1873"
Well, ] never, said the Widow Port
age. Jes; look what I've got.
John Narrabie put on MS spes:taeles
and stared harder than ever
Well now, quoth be, am beat !
must % right home and sce wha, the
old woman has got 10 say to that.
Little lame Billy Powers, waking up "a
the chill CONSCIOUSNESS that it vas Christ
mas morning. and that he had but a
scanty allowance Of bed clothes, sat up
and rubbed his eyes before he was quite
sure that his mother was calling him.
Billy? Billy, | say Make haste
down and see what Santa Claus has sent
you. God bless him You're very rich
my son-your very rich
And flying headlong down the Stair
( in his iattered night gown, as fast as his
( poor crooked limbs would ALLOW him
Billy Powers beheld coy wheel chair
Of black walnut trimmed with crimson
plush, with side apparatus, whereby he
might convey himself from place to place
at his own will No more aching bone;
no more painful limping along tbs
dusty road--no more tagging behind ths
other children.
Billy laughed aloud in the plentitud,
of his delight. while Mr.. Powers, scite,
on broken splint bottoned rocker. erie,
almost equally as loud.
don't know who there Is in all thi
world" sobbed Mrs Powers, TO think o
YOU and me, Billy But whoever it j.
hope the good Lord will return it ont
their bosom, heaped up and running
oyer"
When Moses Chipley, the eldest Of
family Of four who were detained at hon
in state OF inv ,luhtary blockade on &c
count Of the unsettled bill at the shoe
makers, opened the door TO abtain sat
isfaciory SNOWFALL wherewith to anoin
the faces IF his sleeping four brothers AM
sisters. he bounded back again like
Inagnified Jack-in-a-box-
Mother" grsped Moses, there
suthin' there-a basket? And I'm Inor
tai SURF ! seen tin steam ingine and
dolls legs sticking out of it
'Ob, get out +" said the incredulou
Mns Chipley DOLLS legs and steam, en-
gines. indeed
But by this time the nanesake Of III
great ruler Of Israel had made secon
sgrtie, and bringing in gigantic baske
einptied it on the kitchen floor
Five pairs o. shoes" bawled Mrs. c
needless Of the herrings that were scorch
ing over the fire
doll shrieked little Jemirna.
HoOray2 skates yelled Moses
Picture-books chimed in the twin
A tin maine and tin train o cars :
cried little Joe the younges., chubhies
and dirties, of them all
And fiannels and caliker enough fo
all creation " said Mn. C. in delighte
amazement Lord save us, it's like III
miracle the payson reads about. Whe
ever did they come from?"
Old Miles simpson lay late in his be
that morning Not that il was his usn;
wont but old Miles had been distance
in the race OF life, and hai somehow .,
discouraged of late
+" Where's the use of gettin up sal
Miles dolefuily, with never Ii spark
fire 10 warm me, and nothing in the wa
If good cheer To keep Christmas with ?
But his old wife could not - readi
overcome the habit of years
There's the last of them chairs faith,
gave me when we went 10 house -keepin'
said she. It's all broken and wor
nj it'll serve to make a little blaze {
: warm our old bones; bit if we're goi
TO end our DAYS in the House. il wor
do US no good there. And perha
there'll be knotty log in the wood sh,
! TO help it along